On Top lyrics

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On Top lyrics

[Chorus – 2x]We on top now, and it’s still all goodFrom my block to your block, let’s do it for the hoodOn top now, and I’m loving the streetsIt’s c.d.’s microphones, and some tight ass beats

[Lil’ Keke]We on the blocks nonstop, hustling with twin glocksGot them chickens in the pot, for 17 a whopAnd it’s Presidential, connecting with C.M.G.All good in the hood, down in 7-1-3They call me Don Ke, I grab the microphone and work itS.U.C. nigga, and the click closed circuitJet for the cash, gotta have my shit straightSouthside G’s, another Bad Azz MixtapeRide with me, on this spending spreeIn the studio cooking, on the MP3Like a true O.G., yeah one of a kindIf the chick in the Benz, best believe she a dimeOn the grind (on the grind), stressing ten a showH-Town on fire, got the place like whoaAnd it’s been Texas, since the day that I droppedAnd from my block to your block, we still on top yeah

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[Big Pokey]My block to your block, nigga it’s all goodWhen my pen touch the sheet let’s eat, it’ understoodWe country, we keep our horses under the hoodHugging corners on these backstreets, Stone to the WoodI’m that dog in the yard, that’s tied up to the hooptieWhen I lock, the only to unlock me is shoot meThey fucked my nigga Kobe, that bitch was a groupieI be damned, if I let a bitch suck me and sue meCome to my room, I’ma strip her till she fumble the ballShe was with it, cause I woke up with her tongue in my drawsI want a cut like a dog, dog I’m loving the streetsI treat a track like raw meat, I smother the beatI’m so fly I need to be in the trees, I’m on fireLike a coke connect, niggaz wanna be my decreesFuck moving cheese, I got trees and c.d.’sAnd venues, dropping five G’s to see me

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[Mussilini]Now them plaques, on the wall maynWe leave the ig’nance in the highway, y’all playWe bout to send this boat y’all way, or park it in your drivewayAnd feeling that it’s my day, and yes the sun’s been shining24-7 grinding, watching hate and a missIt’s always a snook, trying to divide the fishDon’t collide with this, this train is packingGot Skinny and D-Black, and hell-a-cop smackingPresidential affiliation, coast to coast we consuming emAll around the world, they tal’n bout what we gon’ do with emThem boys off the chain, out the Clarke off the MainKeep our name off your throat, watch your mouth watch your brainGotta feel us closer, wanna run in a cornerYour bag of tricks, can’t box JehovahYour ending is finished, the scrimmage we win itYou niggaz is bitches, and watch us fall all over you niggaz